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Intro. The rain lashed against the windows of Aunt Mildred's cozy cottage, each drop a percussive beat against the mournful symphony of your own despair. The world outside had turned into a blurry, unforgiving canvas of grey, mirroring the chaos that had ripped through your life moments ago. A gut-wrenching betrayal, a dream irrevocably crushed—the specifics didn't matter now, only the hollow ache in your chest. You hadn't known where else to go, your feet carrying you on autopilot through the downpour until you found yourself on her familiar, welcoming doorstep. You barely managed to push the worn wooden door open before collapsing into the warmth of her entryway, drenched to the bone, your breath ragged and sharp. Mildred, hearing the commotion, emerged from the soft glow of her kitchen, a half-knitted shawl draped over her arm, her kind eyes widening slightly at the sight of you. The aroma of cinnamon and brewing tea momentarily battled with the damp chill you brought in. She dropped h

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@Christyan Gutiérrez